The next morning, Shi Mo was noisy and wanted to get up early, Wu Fenhua had no choice but to help him dress up and let him play in the house by himself. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Shi Mo sneaked to the side room, and when he saw that the incense paper firecrackers on the dustpan were still there, he knew that his grandmother hadn't gone to the temple yet, and with a bright smile on his face, he secretly kicked the things he had prepared yesterday into his pocket.

After a while, the grandmother walked in with a basket in her hand, probably just coming back from collecting cow dung, and after washing her hands, she took the incense paper and firecrackers and prepared to leave.

"Grandma, I'm going with you, wait for me." Shi Mo hurriedly shouted.

"I'm going to the temple, what are you doing kidding? Play at home by yourself! Grandma laughed.

"I'm going, I'm going to play with you, I want my grandmother to take me. Wow......" Shi Mo saw that her grandmother didn't want to take her, so she had to use the child's killer trick, messing around, really cute and cute, and crying loudly.

"Mother, if he wants to go, you can take him there, anyway, it's not far away, lest he make a fuss at home, and I can't do anything." Wu Fenhua saw Shi Mo crying, and hurriedly walked out of the room and said.

"Okay, don't cry, you little guy, I'll take you there, it's okay to go, but first say okay, you go by yourself, I won't hug you." Grandma laughed and scolded.

Shi Mo smiled, with a cunning smile on his face, quickly took his grandmother's hand, and walked away with his grandmother.

Wu Fenhua looked at it with a wry smile on her face, shook her head and thought, this little bit has been eccentric since she was a child.

When Shi Mo came to the temple, he saw that there were already seven or eight women, burning incense and worshipping the Buddha there.

At this time, there is no way to compare the temples of this time with the majestic temples of later generations.

The adobe house was covered with gray-black tiles, and on the tiles near the gate, there were several transparent glass tiles to allow sunlight to shine into the house.

The beams are all supported by tree trunks, and you can see at a glance, and rows of wooden bars are neatly arranged on the beams, supporting the roof tiles.

The height of the room is only four meters, only about 100 square meters, and the hall is full of all kinds of Buddha statues, such as Lai, Guanyin, Jigong, Eighteen Arhats, Big-bellied Buddha and so on......

There is a small single room next to it, there is a monk living in it, I don't know what place it is, in Shi Mo's memory, this monk seems to have come from other provinces, alone, even if this temple was rebuilt later, this monk did not leave, and has stayed.

Grandma told Shi Mo not to run around, so she hurried over to burn incense and worship the Buddha.

Seeing that grandma kowtowed to every bodhisattva, Shi Mo began to implement his plan.

In his heart, he silently preached to the Buddha: "Buddha, I'm sorry! In order to prevent the family from losing all their money this time, I can only borrow your name today. ”

Shi Mo quickly drew the yellow paper strip that was written yesterday into a small round strip, came to the Bodhisattva's tribute fruit, picked up an orange on the tribute plate, used the small branch that had been prepared a long time ago, made a small gap at the bottom, quickly stuffed the yellow paper strip into it, took it in his hand and looked at it, Shi Mo saw that there was no obvious flaw, put the orange back, and then wandered around casually.

In the previous life, Shi Mo's brush writing was very good, every year during the Spring Festival home for the New Year, there are always many people in the village who come to him to write Spring Festival couplets, if there is a red and white happy event in the village, as long as he is at home, the person who writes is always him.

Although he is only more than two years old now, he secretly practiced writing calligraphy for the first time yesterday, because he has the skills of his previous life, ordinary people are really not as good as his words, of course, the most important thing is that no one will believe that such a word is written by a child who is more than two years old, and this is enough.

After offering to the Buddha, the women took out the vegetables, rice, and grains they had brought with them from small sacks and prepared a meal.

Grandma also brought some of her own pickled dried radishes and put them on the table, and when Shi Mo looked at it, he knew that it was fried by grandma in the morning.

One by one, the vegetarian dishes were served to the table by the woman's door, the fragrance was overflowing, and the stone foam drooled when I saw it, this is the real organic green food, but it is not comparable to those greenhouse vegetables in later generations.

Shi Mo climbed onto the table and ate it violently, seeing that the women giggled for a while, and the grandmother was extremely embarrassed on the side, and kept apologizing.

The women smiled kindly and said, "It's okay, children are like this, this child is so cute!"

After eating and drinking, just as everyone was about to leave, Shi Mo once again exerted the innocent characteristics of a child, pointed to the offering fruit, and said loudly to his grandmother: "Grandma, I want to eat oranges." ”

Everyone laughed when they heard this, and a woman said, "Little gluttonous cat, this orange is for the Bodhisattva, but I can't eat it all for you." ”

"Then this grandma, I'll eat one, okay?" Shi Mo said innocently.

"You little gluttonous cat, you want to eat, you have to tell this grandfather, see if grandpa gives it to you." The woman pointed to the only monk in the temple and said playfully.

"Grandpa, grandpa, give me an orange, I'm going to take it back to my grandfather and father to eat, grandma and mother usually say, what has been offered to the Buddha, we eat, the Buddha will bless us, my grandfather and father are about to partner with everyone to raise hairy crabs, if they eat the oranges offered to the Buddha, they will be able to succeed." Shi Mo hurriedly ran to the monk's side, grabbed his arm, and said coquettishly.

For a person in his thirties, coquettish and cute, pretending to be innocent, Shi Mo feels that he has goosebumps all over his body, no way, who calls himself a two-year-old child now, adults will eat this set, you are talking to him now, who listens to you, a little child.

"Okay, I'll give you this." The monk shook his head and smiled and walked to Gongguo's side, picked up an orange casually, and handed it to Shi Mo.

"I don't want this, this is not good-looking, it looks so ugly, I want that." Shi Mo pointed to the orange that had been stuffed with a yellow note by himself.

"Okay, I'll bring it to you, come, take it, I'm satisfied!" The monk smiled.

"Thank you, grandpa." Shi Mo hurriedly took the orange and said happily.

"Master, I'm sorry, the little guy is so naughty, I won't bring him next time." Grandma said apologetically beside her.

"It's okay, the child is innocent, don't care." The monk responded with a smile.

"Come grandma, I have oranges for you, and when I go back, I must remember to give them to my grandfather and father, but I am not allowed to give them to others, I asked for them in front of the Buddha." Shi Mo said with the appearance of a little adult, but his young voice caused everyone around him to laugh.

Grandma Shi Mo was impatient to take Shi Mo and rushed to the house as if she was fleeing, and secretly decided that she would not take this little guy to the temple from now on.